Ascent 11 – Psalm 130

Highest Power, hear our muffled pleas.
We're entrenched, bogged down in self-dug holes,
can't see each other, much less You, Love,
but our sorry hearts hear Your pardon.
We tarnish and break Your Golden Rule
yet You retrieve us from bleak tunnels,
transport us to Hope's High Holy Ground.
Like flood victims awaiting rescue,
like refugees seeking asylum
we yearn for Your New Day, Creator!

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